When i see the woman in the painting, i see a woman who is almost without control of herself, you see her looking down at her legs with her eyes closed, it seems as if she is just going with the flow. She is not necessarily a beautiful woman, nor is she ugly. She is what you would call mediocre. All of these descriptions remind me of the poem "Homage to my hips". She is almost letting herself be controlled by the power of her "assets" and she seems to respect them for what they are. It is almost as if both painting and poem reflect each other perfectly.
Connection to "Homage to my hips"
When i see the woman in the painting, i see a woman who is almost without control of herself, you see her looking down at her legs with her eyes closed, it seems as if she is just going with the flow. She is not necessarily a beautiful woman, nor is she ugly. She is what you would call mediocre. All of these descriptions remind me of the poem "Homage to my hips". She is almost letting herself be controlled by the power of her "assets" and she seems to respect them for what they are. It is almost as if both painting and poem reflect each other perfectly.